The first step to divorce is fighting. When you hear the once cherished vases hit the wall, you began to break.

"No! Amelia will come with me!" You shouted at your albino husband, whose red eyes widen at the mention of his daughter.

"You don't even have a stable income like I do!"

"You're the one who doesn't have a stable income!" You turned at sudden cry of your daughter's voice. You ran to the living room as you heard the ten years old cry.

"Stop fighting, vatti... mutti... We are like a puzzle... It's incomplete even without one part of it..." Amelia's tears swelled, as if she has been holding it for the longest time.

"Amelia, mutti is trying to make things right too. Here, why don't you go play with Ludwig outside?" The small German was sitting on the side quietly as he turned to his head to you, with Amelia nodding next.

After the door shut, you looked to Gilbert again with your fierce eyes.

"I don't want to waste my time. You cheated on me, and you know you did!" You pointed your finger at him accusingly.

"It was Antonio and that Francis!"

"How could they bring you to a strip club, into a hotel room and on a bed!? Explain that one, Gilbert Beilschmidt!"

"I don't have to explain! I thought you knew me better than anyone else, but in the end, you thought I betrayed you too! I told you Francis and Antonio drugged me, but you didn't listen. You never listen..."

"Forget it, Gilbert." You took a seat by the dining table. "Let's just get divorced." You let out a sigh. "After even twelve years of being married together, divorce seems to be our final ending." You only tapped the table lightly.

"(Name), it doesn't have to go to this..." Gilbert sat down, looking at you with you no longer paying any attention.

"Gil, don't get me wrong. I love you, but you cheated on me. I know you've been wanting to avoid marriage. Ever since that, we have built a home together and Amelia came into our lives two years later. You never expected a kid, and I mean; I didn't know if you would run away from it or something. I was always afraid I'd wake up in the middle of night, with you leaving a note saying you're goners."

"I know I have that responsibilities of a vatti, and I was never going to leave you in the first place... I swear I didn't do anything that night in the hotel room... Please frau, just call Toni and Francis... Please." His red eyes were full of plead. "Even victims who are declared guilty are given a fair trial. I deserve one, liebe."

You nodded, he did have a point. You pull out your phone, beginning to dial for Antonio's number, the Spanish man was always there for you when you had trouble.

"Hola, who is it?" The Spanish man picked up.

"It's (Name), Toni." Your voice was cracky from the shouting.

"Si, mi amiga! What is it?" The Spanish man was sure energetic.

"Gil. Two days ago. What happened?"

"Eh, uh... Uh... What do you mean what happened?" The Spanish man kept stuttering in nervousness. "Okay I admit... I knew there was no way hiding... I was the one who did it... Francis and I were playing a truth or dare. Francis dared me to drug Gil, get him on a bed with the woman and see the outcome." You turn to look at Gilbert. "I don't want to do anything that crossed the line and I don't know if it'll lead to anything else like divorce or something..."

"It's okay, Toni. Don't worry about it. I'll go now." You hummed one more time as you hung up.

"There," Gilbert said, standing up and walking to you. "I would do never do anything as un-awesome as that to you, (Name)..."

You turned around, back facing him. You felt Gilbert's arms snake around your neck, pulling you closer to his body. "I should have trusted you in the first place, even without Toni's testimony," you sighed. "Even if I lost you and Amelia in this divorcing business, it's all my own fault and no one else's because I didn't believe you."

"It's fine, mein liebe." Gilbert's fingers fiddled with your hair as you turned to bury your head on his chest. "Ich liebe dich, (Name). Remember that for the awesome me, okay?" You nodded as you almost started to cry for your stupid mistake.

You felt him shift and something cold hit your neck.

His necklace. It was always his lucky charm.

"Gil, you can't give that to me..."

"I'm sorry, frau."

"I'm the one who should apologize, Gil." He only shook his head before you reached out to cup his cheeks and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"I guess that makes it all better." Gil only winked before dragging you outside to Ludwig and Amelia, who was smiling.

I'm near tears reading this; I wish this happened to my parents...and I had no clue a divorce would ever happen in my family; we were close, loving and seemingly happy. With a deficient in the brain and at 11 - 12 years old(I was that age when my parents split) I didn't even see it coming...even if my dad hung out with a 'female friend' more without letting the sexual chemistry come in. I'm happy reader and Gil didn't split...it would not only have caused quite a lot of hurt and resentment in each other, but the poor child. The victims are the children...the eldest, because they grew up the longest, around BOTH parents - and the babies of the families(they don't know what's going on - but when the child realizes only one person is around on a 24/7 basis, it hits him/her hard)

I am so sorry to hear what happened between your parents. I hope that both of them are living new and happy lives, even if they're separated. Although I don't know how having a split family is like, but I can imagine that it was painful. I do agree that the eldest child suffers the most as they've seen both parents together through the goods and the bad. I would hug you, but we're on a virtual internet... So internet hugs to you, my love. Feel better.

Thank you so much for your response. My parents are living happy lives, as they see it. The events that led to the divorce, and the aftermath of it were painful - and I still have memories of it all, which hurt me as they did when they happened.Well, then, I give you internet hugs, as well(I'd love it if I'd get face-to-face hugs from you, as well - but as you said, we're on the 'net)I'm doing well, actually...but I have my days, like everyone who went through - or goes through - traumatic experiences - where I think about the divorce and all...and how strong I think I am because of my survival.I thank you for your sincere and heartfelt response. You do the same - take care of yourself.